.. the Hotel.I parked the car behind the hotel and went to my room. Spooky place, the hotel, when the night clerk is sleeping and no one is around. I ...asn't necessarily being quiet but I wasn't making a fuss either.When I got to the suite door, and opened it, the bed was filled with "J's" ... there were more than five.Jannell, Janice, Jillian, Julia and Jezebel I recognized ... well, shit ... I knew who was who ... how about that? Lessee ... Jan of the talented throat, backdoor Janney, bi Jill,. The pressure was unrelenting as the foreignobject was inserted into my back passage. When I thought I wouldsurely be torn apart the pressure suddenly eased and I felt the objectslide into my rectum and my sphincter close around a flange at theend."There you go. That wasn?t so bad was it? Now the pleasure begins." Icouldn?t imagine what pleasure could be derived from such torture butI was wrong. Slowly I began to feel a gentle vibration coming from thething inside me. Gradually the sensation. We can go swimming, stuff ourselves and then shoot off the 'works." Mmm, sounds good! I'll call Cindy when we get back and we'll come up with a list."After the sun was gone we packed up and drove back to town. I dropped off Beth and the Healey, drove home in my old beater, and buried myself in the basement for a few hours trying to figure out the best way to get the pictures I needed for George.I finally figured out a way to use Photoshop's opacity function to make the image of the top of the. Mom just didn’t get it.As soon as the front door was unlocked, I ran upstairs into my room, slammed the door, and turned my music up as loud as it would go.“Tiffany, you are not going out like that.”“Mom! God, you just don’t get it!”“Tiffany! I am your mother, and you cannot speak to me like that.”I looked down at my outfit. What was Mom’s problem? I was wearing a thin white tank-top and a hot pink bra. The bra was pretty clearly visible under the top, but that was the point.She was probably.